I was going through genealogy things tonight & found this photo of my dad when he was young. Love the knicker's!! He was born in 1921 to Arthur Pierceson & Temple Shere Pierceson.
His father Arthur died when he was 3 yrs. old.
My grandmother Temple married Arthur's brother 4 years later- so the man I grew up knowing as "grandpa" was actually my great Uncle.
This resulted in my father being a very spoiled young man.
My grandma had arthritis in her hands and could not crank the hand crank to the car to start it- as had to be done in those days. She would tell my dad to crank it for her & he would refuse unless he could drive the car. There fore a six year old was allowed to drive!
In his 20's he had his own photography dark room so that he could develope his own pictures, obtained a pilot's license and owned & flew his own small airplane.
One day my mother asked him to bring home a pound of hamburger, dad being the free spirit that he was, flew over and dropped the hamburger from his open cockpit plane. The hamburger landed in the picked cornfield with a corn stalk through the center of the package! Believe me- my mama wasn't happy that day! It was a story she told until she died a little over a year ago!
My father passed away in January 1976 at the age of 54. He led a short life but did most of the things he always wanted to do!